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Happy Mother’s Day! 🥰

09 Sunday May 2021
Posted Holiday, My Thoughts
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26 Thursday Nov 2020
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#doubleetheree, #HappyThanksgiving, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, Etheree, family, holiday, love, Night Owl Poetry, poems, thankful, writing
A
Crystal
Flurries down
Rushing to meet
A man made of white.
Top hat upon his head
Eyes of coal, a carrot nose,
Mittened hands, endless snowball fights
Days of youth, returning within us.
The bustle of the holiday season.
The coming together of family,
Dearest to our hearts, celebrating
A thankfulness, many blessings
Each one, a mere fragment, of
Years gone by, call to mind
All who have gathered
Bringing with them
Tidings of
Great joy,
Love
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!! I am truly blessed to know all of you! ❤
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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25 Saturday Jul 2020
Posted My Thoughts, Poetry
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This is for you, Dee….
Beside the bed, her sneakers lay
There are no feet in them, today
Leggings and blouses, tucked away
Never again to be worn
Earrings and bracelets, laid aside
Into their boxes, to safely abide
Worn with elegance, flair, and pride
No longer do they adorn
Photos, in an album, bent
Pictures of the one who meant
So very much, is now absent
Leaving her family, forlorn
Little reminders, around us dance
To catch a glimpse, perhaps, perchance
Of her spirit, one last glance
She would not want us to mourn
Instead, to remember a giving heart
A lover of opera, and collectible art
The happier times, of which we were part
For into her world, we were born
Authors Note: The picture above, from left to right is, my Aunt Dee, my Nana, my Mom, and that’s me in the front, taken mid to late 60’s. I grew up with Dee, as we are only 10 years apart, and because of that, I considered her my sister, but I am an only child. We shared each other’s mother, my Mom raising Dee, my Nana raising me. It was a strong bond between four females that remains today. I wrote this while thinking of all the good times Dee & I had as kids, and how close we are today, because of Rose and Madalyn. I know my Mom would want us to celebrate her life, and not to mourn, for into her world, we were lovingly born. ❤
11 Saturday Apr 2020
Posted #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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After reading an article on the coronavirus, and how family members could not see their loved ones, and how, if they passed, having a funeral was next to impossible, left me heartbroken. I know what it is like to not be able to say goodbye. And so, I wrote this…
By candle’s glow, I read the words
From a book, as worn can be
I’ve kept the roses he once sent
To show his love for me
Pearls, I wore around my neck
Opalescent, reflect the light
Bringing me back to memories
I now cherish, every night
Those days are gone now
His life no longer breathes
I see his face, smiling
Though I am now bereaved
The time passed by, too quickly
Oh, how so much had changed
I couldn’t say goodbye to you
Our lives were rearranged
Kept apart by a demon virus
I couldn’t even take your hand
Nor kiss your lips, one last time
I prayed you’d understand
Why I hadn’t been able to visit
I was there, in spirit, true
But it did not ease my sorrow
When you passed, alone, just you
So my dearest love, my man
I go on without you by my side
Until the day we are together
I will stay, safely locked inside…
©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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26 Thursday Dec 2019
Posted Poetry
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Two days of eating
Stuffed to the gills
The thought of the clean up
Is giving me chills!
Boxes unwrapped
Colored paper abounds
I’m looking for help
But there’s no one around!
Each year I swear
Next year will be diverse
But who am I kidding?
It’s just getting worse!
At some point, I give in
OK, I’ll host Christmas
Then reality hits me
I should mind my own business
Ah, but everything turns out
Exactly as I planned
As I smile at my family
Thinking, yes, life is grand
To allow us to gather
Around the table together
To reminisce, laugh
And remember forever
Making new memories
Each day that we share
At holiday time
When we are all there
Then I suddenly realize
The table’s now empty
They all seem to escape
When the dishes are plenty!
But, alas, I should know this
There’s no one to help clear
But when dessert is announced
They all, instantly, reappear!!
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay